Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Organ,
Whodini,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.